He shifted his weight slightly, and slid me down a bit. I was breathless, my mouth dry, waiting for him to be inside of me, needing it. Never imagining it would happen like this. But before I knew what was happening, we were both standing and he had me wrapped up in a towel, like a child. I could feel the disappointment spread across my face.

"Let's get you some breakfast. I am sure Gail is back by now."

"I uh… thought we were…you know…" I couldn't bring myself to look in his eyes, feeling foolish. He put his finger under my chin lifting my gaze to meet his.

"All in good time Ana. You need to eat, maybe get some more rest. You need to be one hundred percent for what I have in mind." He stepped out of the tub and tucked his towel around his waist, hiding his impressive erection. I followed lacking his grace, slipping slightly in the oily water. He lifted me up in one effortless motion and gently placed me back down on the floor.

"What would you do if I was not here to catch you Miss. Steele?"

"I would have a very bruised ass Mr. Grey."

"You would indeed. A very bruised ass." There was something underneath his words that sent a shiver down my spine and a tingle everywhere else.

"You have casual things and something dressier for tonight. Come." He grabbed the bags and my hand leading me to the bedroom. I felt flustered, not used to being so captivated by another person. He removed my towel, and slowly dried every inch of my body, slowing with intent. Over my shoulders, my breasts, down each leg and the space that lives in between. Every move was measured and had meaning. My skin felt like it was on fire, each swipe of the towel radiating through me.

Christian riffled through the bags and pulled out a silky pale grey bra and panties set, edged with delicate white lace. I blushed at the idea of Taylor buying such things for me, wondering how many times he had done it in the past for other women. That thought was swept from my mine as Christian descended to his knees, urging me to step into the fine soft silk.

I wanted to brace myself on his shoulders but remembered his instructions not to touch him there, under any circumstances. He slowly pulled them up, stopping every so often, brushing his lips across my skin he passed along the way. Sweet torture as he bought his lips to my sex, tugging gently at the soft untouched curly hair.

"I think we will keep this Ana. I like it on you?"

He stood and gently kissed my lips, before he reached for the bra, making a motion with his finger instructing me to turn around. He slid the straps up over my arms, placing each breast in the cups. My nipples hardened at his touch, and I felt dizzy. Really dizzy. I wasn't sure if it was the after math of my hangover or the Christian Grey dazzle haze that I had been living in the last week. I felt unsteady on my feet.

"Ana, baby are you ok?" His arms wrapped around my waist pulling me towards him.

"I am not sure. I feel strange…"

"You need to eat…" He, sat me on the bed and retrieved his robe off the back of his bathroom door. "Put this on." I did as I was told and watched as he removed his towel, and quickly dressed. His body was a sight to behold. You could see the hours and work it put into it, looking at him is various states of undress was not helping my head, not even a little.


He led me down the hallway into the kitchen, never taking his hands off of me. We sat at his breakfast bar, as Gail greeted us with a smile.

"The usual Mr. Grey?" She asked softly, tucking a dishtowel in her white apron and then placed a cup of steaming hot coffee down in front of him.

"No, I think I want some eggs this morning, two over easy, wheat toast and orange juice. How does that sound Ana." I wrinkled my nose, eggs sounded like the worst idea ever. "How about some toast and tea then?"

"That sounds perfect. Do you have English breakfast."

"Yes Miss Steele, we do. Milk and sugar?"

"Uh, no… Black and weak… Thank you." I fiddled with the long sleeves of his robe, trying unsuccessfully to fold them up. Christian sipped his coffee and I could feel him staring at me, his hand caressing my knee.

"Nothing about you is simple or usual?"

"Is there a question mark or period at the end of that sentence Mr. Grey." Gail muffled a laugh, placing a cup of hot water and tea bag in front of me. We locked eyes for a moment and we both smiled. Christian chuckled just a bit, and took a sip of his coffee.

"I guess we will both find out."


I spent the day in his bed, reading. It was odd to feel so comfortable in a place that was so new and unfamiliar. Again I wondered how may had come before me, how many women woke up beside him happy. For a little while anyway.

Christian was meeting with his trainer, and then had calls to make, and left me alone to recover and rest for the upcoming evening. The idea of him, working out and sweaty was very distracting and my book was not holding my interest. Everything and anything paled when Christian was in the equation.

It was a strange few days, and it was about to get stranger. I never in a million years thought I would have been so willing to have sex with a man I barely knew, hung over in a bathtub of all places. But this morning I was… willing that is. I couldn't help but feel disappointment when he pushed me away instead of bringing me closer, this morning. My skin still felt ignited, my core tingling and tight.

I realized now why I had waited, I had never really felt a true wanting before. A yearning for another persons touch until I met Chris…Christian. All the guys I had met before, the few I had kissed, the few that have touched me weren't able to make me feel what Christian did. So I had to trust in that, trust that my mind and my body were leading me in the right place.


The sun was just starting to set, his all white room glowing in pinks and reds. I slid off his bed to the large windows and looked out towards the city. From this height everything looked perfect, all the problems and worries of the world so far away.

I heard the door open, I tuned my head over my shoulder and saw his figure standing in the door way. My breath hitched at the sight of him. It had only been a few hours but it felt like a year.

"Ana, don't move." His eyes locked with mine. "I just want to look at you. Take off the robe."

"Which is it, don't move or take off the robe?" I was feeling defiant, and sexy. He made me feel that way.

"Fair point… well made… Now take off the fucking robe." I slowly slid it off my shoulders, it caused a small breeze around my legs as I let it fall to the floor. I reached back and unhooked my bra, and it fell to the floor as well.

Christian was touching me in three large steps. My body pressed against the cold glass, his body pressed against mine. I should have been embarrassed or at least inhibited, anyone could have seen us. But instead it had the opposite effect, I was unabashedly willing. His lips on my neck and shoulders, he pulled my hair out of its messy bun, and began to slowly braid it giving it a slight tug when he was finished.

He ran his hands down my belly and slipped his fingers under the thin fabric of my new panties. He rubbed me gently, moving his long graceful fingers in perfect rhythm to my bodies needs. His growing erection, pressing into me, though the fabric of his workout pants. I reached my arm back, grabbing the back of his neck, still damp from his workout, tugging at his hair. A small growl escaped from him and it was my undoing as I came loudly, forgetting that Gail and Taylor were only a few rooms away. My knees went weak again, and he lifted me up, laying me flat my back. He kissed my neck, my breasts, belly, his tongue dipping into my belly button, it tickled and I couldn't stop the laughter that came.

He peeled off my panties and then removed his pants, his erection springing free. He kneeled on the bed in front of me and I could see the want and need in his eyes. He slowly inserted a single finger inside of me, and this new and odd sensation took over my body. Parts of me that had never been touched were being awakened and there was no going back. I gasped as he slid in a second finger and started to stretch me, I felt a surge of pain and then pleasure washed it all away.

"You are so damn tight Ana, there no really no way to avoid this hurting." He ran this thumb over my nub, I clenched around his fingers and I moaned deeply, this was all too much and we had barely started.

"I know…But I want you…"

"Ana, are you sure?" I nodded, biting my lover lip. I couldn't even stand waiting another second, no less an hour or a day. "Once we do this, you will be mine. You understand that don't you."

"And you will be mine Christian." With my words he slid into me, my body wanting to reject the invasion of him, my body tightening. The pain was intense, a burning heat taking my breath away.

"Ana, you need to just relax. Take a deep breath and relax." I did what he asked and I could feel him inch into me slowly, stretching me. He brought my knees up around his waist, shifting my body slightly before he was fully sheathed by me. I was overwhelmed, in a way I had never felt before. This need building in me, this need for Christian.

He looked down at me, waiting for a sign and I just smiled. His mouth was on mine in an instant, his tongue moving with mine, as he began to move inside of me. Each thrust, more perfect then the last, over and over again. I wrapped my legs around his as tightly as I could, careful not to touch his chest, my hands were on either side of his face, feeling the rough edge of his stubble.

I could feel the flush of my chest and cheeks, the sticky perspiration between our bodies, the smell of our lovemaking in the air. For a few moments it didn't feel real to me, like a waking dream.

Then it began, this feeling deep inside of me like an epicenter of an earthquake. I began to shake, every nerve trembling, this growing feeling to much for my body to contain. Every muscle tightened, every bit of flesh on fire.

"Come for me Ana…" His voice was like a song as I came, with every part of my being. Screaming out his name, feeling the wet heat of his orgasm filling me, his breath and body against me. My name breathlessly coming from his mouth. Feeling a huge shift in the tide. My life would now be known in two parts. BC and AC, before Christian and After Christian.